Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.